| We’ll show them but they don’t know we exist
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| Leathered boys in the security of darkness
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| Vernal lambs and the dogs of night
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| Play our jams in the broad daylight
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| Run this town, I’m the lord of the hicks
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| I know both kinds of music
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| I ride the C for an entire song
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| My golden harem, help me sing along
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| Ditch riders, methamphetamines
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| You can’t stop the cowboy king
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| My voice is as good as Dylan’s
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| Brought joy to tens of hundreds
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| Won the Flying Cross, you were still in bed
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| They say you only live once
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| I’ve died a thousand deaths
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| Ditch riders, methamphetamines
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| You can’t stop the cowboy king
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| High sierra, skies of blue
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| Whispering pines, remind me of you
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| High sierra, skies of blue
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| Whispering pines, remind me of you
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| Skies of blue, reminds of you
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| Ditch riders, methamphetamines
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| Ditch riders, methamphetamines
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| You can’t stop the cowboy
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| You can’t stop the cowboy
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| You can’t stop
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| The cowboy king
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| The cowboy king
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| The cowboy king
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| The cowboy king |